I see them now-- the fluid grey stretched out before me. They move in rhythm, in time, as if to the beat of some unknown drum. With a million lips moving and a million voices carried through the air, they carry on with all they do.

They disgust me.

I see them now-- they live by signal. Reflections cast onto glass, they move in every direction. They seem intertwined, if only for the slightest of instants. A passing glance, an embrace to another-- they look to connect.

I hate them.

I see them now-- the union achieved, this synchronization in and of itself. Just a single mass moving all at once, a system perfect in design. They are the link between sky and earth. The grey blends the horizon.

They should die.

I see them now-- caged in this until the end, content with all that is provided. They disgrace their being with this existence. They speak of a bright and promising future, yet know it is far beyond their reach.

My duty is to give them such a suitable future.

And they disappear.